"There's nothing to match curling up with a good book

when there's a repair job to be done

around the house."

Joe Ryan

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Sunday

Sunday poem by Erica Jong

Wrinkles by Erica Jong

For Naomi Lazard Sometimes I can't wait until I look like Nadezhda Mandelstam.

My friends are tired.
The ones who are married are tired
of being married.
The ones who are single are tired
of being single.

They look at their wrinkles.
The ones who are single attribute their wrinkles
to being single.
The ones who are married attribute their wrinkles
to being married.

They have very few wrinkles.
Even taken together,
they have very few wrinkles.
But I cannot persuade them
to look at their wrinkles
collectively.
& I cannot persuade them that being married
or being single
has nothing to do with wrinkles.

Each one sees a deep & bitter groove,
a San Andreas fault across her forehead.
"It is only a matter of time
before the earthquake.
"They trade the names of plastic surgeons
like recipes.

My friends are tired.
The ones who have children are tired
of having children.
The ones who are childless are tired
of being childless.

They love their wrinkles.
If only their were deeper
they could hide.

Sometimes I think
(but do not dare to tell them)
that when the face is left alone to dig its grave,
the soul is grateful
& rolls in.

Erica Jong

1 comment:

tammy vitale said...

wonderful poem...love the last verse. Erica Jong - I always think of Fear of flying and the zipless you know what, not poetry. Thanks for the reminder.